A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Third Person’s POV

“You won’t accept it? Humph!”

Dwight growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently.

He glared at Melinda’s thin, pale face, his wolf cars slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow- minded, yet found himself at a loss for words.

Though “it’s never too late to mend,” no one says an apology must be accepted.

He sneered, his claws faintly gleaming, “What gives you the right to refuse? What?”

Melinda’s voice rose, her tone cooling.

Her voice no longer trembled, cedar pheromones carrying clear oppressiveness, “For favoring your lover and insulting your mate; for being arrogant and self–centered; for betraying your mate and being unfit to be a father; and for claiming to be a gentleman while acting like a petty person!”

Her vertical pupils shone through her tears, resolute.

Dwight, now furious and ashamed, shot back. “So I’m worthless in your eyes? Why did you try every means to mate with me then? Our mating was all your one–sided wish. I just gave in to the pack’s influence…”

“Shut up!” Melinda’s eyes turned bloodshot, her lips quivering again.

Speaking of their mating, she felt both shame and grievance.

you back then. And you said your wolf sensed me as your mate, which led to our relationship. If my Silverlight Pack really had such influence, how dare you bully me like

tears slid down her cheeks. Naturally timid, she couldn’t hold back her emotions or tears when speaking

back tears only to break down in the end, stirred a fleeting,

this guilt

Willow and mustn’t

taken back too, and my status as the pack heir has been revoked. Willow and I are in such a miserable

“You…”

heaved with anger. All her composure was gone, and she was left speechless, able

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Chapter 391

behind her and throw

The pillow missed him.

like icy blades, “I’ve apologized.

Paige grabbed

claws flailing in panic, nearly falling, his wolf mane bristling with embarrassment. Paige gravely asked, her aura like a sunken log pressing

of a

the blood from the corner of his mouth tasting coppery. He spat out the blood, fury filling

he saw Paige bow and gravely say, her oak–like pheromones laced with an apology,

the apology, she lifted Dwight back to his feet, her stern expression and aura undiminished. “Do you

“Forgive? I’ll kill you!”

nearly bursting, his wolf claws elongating three

you’re set on killing me, why should she

like trash, then slammed the door shut,

on the stone steps, was hurriedly helped up by the